Last month, at a semi-routine (i.e. hypochondriacal “emergency”) dermatologist appointment, I was made aware of a burgeoning development, calmly delivered via smiling drone-like prescription saleswoman between obvious,...

In a world where pretty and sexy are standard adjectives for how women are expected to dress, true fashion anarchists derive the greatest joy from dressing like outsiders, see: Comme des Garcons’ monstrous cult, Maison Martin...

In case you were living in a cave and/or stuck in a wifi desolate area that may or may not be considered “the boonies,” re: Christmas vacation, Dover Street Market opened in New York (namely: Murray Hill) over the weekend, to...

Is there one among us who likens herself to “fashion girls,” or as Merriam-Webster- and one of the industry’s most popular news blogs- coins it, a “fashionista,” sans irony/guilt/head in their hands? And...

There’s no fashion event as assaulting as the trendy designer x mass retailer collaboration. Hysteria erupts, lines queue, the internet breaks, and every aspect of modern media is overwhelmed with the advertising dollars afforded by...

A few weeks ago I hopped on a train to New Jersey with visions of spine-tingling zombies and the popular form of masochism that is a high altitude/high speed roller coaster, via Six Flags Frightfest. And because, what is life without...

Amongst the majority of fashion month show-goers I half-heartedly follow on social media, an epidemic: one which infects attendees with a sickeningly radiant positivity on even the most banal of stale collections. A petty complaint-...